Poem about the happy times in life.

your throat is held by my giant hands
i punch your head with all my might
beating woman
is so fucking right.

don’t cry bitch
you’ll make it worse
your back is covered
with welts and sores.

your nose is bleeding
your eye is black
but i always know
you’ll keep running back 🙂

one of these days i’ll stuff you in a trunk
and roll my car off a bridge
and maybe, just maybe
i’ll stuff it with our 2 kids.

gj acpo

She should have made me a fucking sandwich.